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There is a hot wind blowingMoves across the oceansAnd into every portA plague; a black plagueThere's danger everywhereAnd you've been sailingAnd you're alone on an island now tuning inDid you think this was the way your world would end?Hombres. Sailors. Comrades.There is no pure land now, no safe placeAnd we stand here on the pierWatching you drownLove among the sailorsLove among the sailorsThere is a hot wind blowingPlague drifts across the oceansAnd if this is the work of an angry godI want to look into his angry faceThere is no pure land nowNo safe placeCome with us into the mountainsHombres. Sailors. Comrades. Aus Songtexte Mania